The heat it touched a high degree that day.
Upon a comfy towel 'neath cloudless sky;
in a peaceful slumber, here this miss lay.
Her sweet dreams soothing like a lullaby.
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The warming that she felt upon her face.
'Twas not trickles of spray from yonder shore.
Realized quickly she picked the wrong place.
Nothing like this she had felt heretofore.
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She awoke, she thought to the splash of rain.
Alas she comprehends her unjust fate.
To escape this yellow flow 'twas in vain.
Her hair and "shades" were drenched, it was too late.
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The mem'ry of this day it still brings scorn!
She shan't forget that day she was peed on~
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Author:
Thad Wilk (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A Shakespearean Sonnet.. doggy humor...
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A sonnet I have to say of some uniqueness Thad. Never have I read before a sonnet on such a subject:)) That was a bad dog. Put him in the dog house. No treats and no walkies:))
Hii Cassie!! 🐦
Thank you poetess
glad I could bring
you a chuckle or two today! 😊
That's not my pooch
must be a ~ stray? Lol 🤣 😉
Best wishes 🙏 🌹 🍀 Thad
Shakespeare not just turning, but spinning in his grave…. That energy should be harnessed…. percentage of resulting revenue utilized to provide compensation for all young women peed on by dogs when lying on beaches.
Thanks for bringing this underreported problem to our notice, Thad.
Hii ya Dave!! 🍶 🐶
Glad you enjoyed
my pooch 🐕 Sonnet
and cautionary advice!! 😳
Great hearing from ya!!
Hope ya had a great
weekend my friend!!
Best regards ✌️. Thad
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